Around the end, my boyfriend decided to crash my role that I was on...thus I had to end the chapter because he was being a douchebag...sorry guys.
I did my best to progress...and I think for once...I did it. :) I'm happy with how this turned out...for the most part. Aside for the end which Dave came and said something like. 'I'm just trying to get intrested in what you do.' (Sigh) He was just spying to see if I was writing a lemon. (He can be such a jerk.)
Oh, no big deal. The next one will be good. Thanks for sticking with me! Love you guys!
Chapter 28 - Diagnosis
Aria laid in her bed, arm hanging over the edge and body dangerously teetering on the side. Surprisingly enough, she balanced herself carefully; she balanced herself right up until she heard the rough closing of a door, at which point her body jerked and she fell to the floor with a thud. "Ow...damn...damn..." Her arm had fallen asleep. As quickly as she fell, she pulled herself back up onto the bed and under the covers.
"Stupid floor...gettin' in my way..." Aria muttered to herself as she tried her best to fall back asleep. Not even twenty minutes later, she awoke to the sound of a door closing yet again. Somewhat softer this time. She sat up and slung her legs over the edge of the bed, though it was the middle of the night, she found herself needing something to drink.
Walking out into the hall she noticed the bathroom light on. She closed and leaned against her door and waited for the bathroom to become unoccupied. She head the water running and the sound of brushing. 'Who would brush their teeth this late at night?' She peered through the darkness in the hall at the clock on the wall. '3 AM...geez...it's really late.'
Finally hearing the water shut off the door creaked open. "Aria?" Al questioned as he saw the young girl standing up against her door. "I'm sorry...you should have knocked."
She shook her head. "I only wanted a drink. I'm just too lazy to go downstairs." She smiled and approached him. He looked quite sickly and he teetered as he stood there. "How are you feeling now?"
Al shook his head. "Horrible. I've been getting sick all night. I can't even drink anything anymore; hell, I can't even fall asleep now."
She became concerned. This was more serious than they originally thought. "Let me feel your head." He leaned down a little and Aria placed her palm over his forehead. "Wow! You feel really warm. Go lay down, I'm going to get that thermometer again."
Al nodded. "Sure." Aria nodded an headed downstairs. He went into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed and allowed his body to fall off to the side. He lay there, trying to catch his breath. is stomach was killing him and he felt so dizzy he couldn't sit up straight.
A minute or so later, Aria appeared through the door. "It was on top of the fridge, how cruel was that?" She poked fun at her height. "I had to pull up a chair. Quite sad...Al..." She gazed at him laying there, so weak and helpless. Aria couldn't help but feel pitty for him, she hated being sick more than anything else, she couldn't imagine what he was going through at that moment.
"Can you sit up?" She watched him nodd weakly and then in a feeble attempt to sit up, he fell right back to where he was laying. "Here..." She linked his arm with hers and sat him up straight.
"Thanks." He said in a very sickly tone. She popped the thermometer in his mouth and they waited. Al, whilst his temperature was being taken, tugged his blankts up and around his shoulders. He shivered.
"Do you feel cold?" She asked with concern. He nodded, he knew he shouldn't open his mouth, it would have thrown off the reading. "Come here." She wrapped her arms around him and tugged him close, holding him carfully in her embrace. "I hope you feel better soon, I hate seeing you like this." He nodded again, but just barely. "Al..." She hugged him. "You're shaking so much. Are you still awake?" He nodded once more. "That's good to hear. I was just worried; once your body's temperature gets too high, you start to convulse. Glad to see you're doing ok though."
After the two minutes passed he took the thermometer out of his mouth and handed it to Aria. "Let's see..." She looked at the little glass stick and read the side. "Onehundred and...what? 104? Al...thst's high. We should get you to a doctor."
He looked worried. "They're not open till nine in the morning though."
Aria thought about it. "We'll have to take you to the hospital then. If you get too warm I don't want you going into shock." Aria stood up. "Can you get dressed?" He nodded. "Alright, I'll go call us a cab." With that said, she quickly scurried off.
She returned a few minutes later. Sitting on the bed she rubbed his shoulders to comfort him. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Do you want me to wake Edward up, or maybe your dad? Or would you rather just go with me?"
Al smiled, a half smile. "I don't mind going with you...but we should call in the morning when everyone get's up."
She nodded. "Right...let's go sit on the step out front; that should help your fever and keep you awake."
"What do you think it might be?" Al rested his chin on his knees as they sat on the front step.
Aria shrugged. "Maybe the flu...or maybe kidney stones. I had one of those before, it made me really sick. I was a lot worse off than you though, so I don't think it's a stone."
Al sighed. "I hope it's just a flu...I hate being sick."
She rubbed his hand. "I don't think anyone likes it...hmm?" She peered off in the distance. "I think I see our drive." She stood up and extended her hand. "I'll help you up."
He nodded, weakly, and took her hand. It felt so nice and warm against his hands which were freezing cold. His body may have been ravaged with a fever, but his fingers and even his toes had gone numb. It was all for the best though. Soon his body would reheat and make him all woozy again.
The little section of the woods had been watched like prey being staked by a wild animal; the police had recieved Hohenheim's message within the day and officers were already being dispatched to invistigate. The rugged man looked out of the small cabin and waited for the flashlights to disppear.
"Soon..." He muttered and walked to the back room. His followers were polishing off guns and sharpening various kinds of weapons.
"Master." The large dark skinned man said and rose. "Have they come."
He raised a hand and eased his minion. "No...but I fear if we don't pack up and move out, they will." He turned to Felix, bound, gagged and uncontious in the corner. "Once we break him, he will lead us to the one with the red eyes. The one who will lead us to that demon."
The large black man nodded and cracked his knuckels. "Give me three days and he'll be as devoted as the rest of us sir."
The short, tattered, older man smirked. "We shall have life eternal...all we need is a little time and more power." He snickered as he approached Felix's unmoving form. Grabbing his wallet that had fallen out of his pocket, he opened it and searched through it. There was a great deal of money and a single picture. A picture of Aria. "He seems obessed with this one." He flashed the picture to his rather large, burly companion. "Raul...use her...she will be the key in breaking him."
Raul took the picture and examined it. "She's only a child. Would it be wise to--"
The cloaked man shook his head. "Don't use 'her'...use the 'idea' of her. Tell him whatever you have to.."
The tall man nodded. "Hmm...this should be easy then."
"Are you ok now?" Aria rubbed Al's back in sympathy.
"Yeah." He said weakly staring blankly at the shrub. "Sorry about that..." He said as he was leaning down, supporing his balance on his knees.
She smiled. "It's ok, I know you're not feeling well...but thanks for throwing caution to the bush for me."
"The least I could do." Al caught his breath and attempted to stand up, only to teeter and almost fall right on top of Aria. "Damn..." She balanced him as he stood up straight. "Sorry."
She smiled. "Stop appoligizing, it's really ok. Come on, let's get you inside."
"Agh!" Al clasped his hands around his mid-section and winced in pain. "My stomach is killing me."
Aria examined the area he was holding. "Al...your stomach is up higher...that's where your intestines are...I'm pretty sure anyway."
He shrugged as best he could. "Ooh...whatever it is, it hurts like a bitch."
"Come on." Aria steadied him and they walked in the front door. The hospital was rather small, but it was well kept and looke quite nice. She shifted her vision from side to side as she looked for where to go. "Triage Nurse. There we go." The little sign on the outside of the door said 'register here'.
Aria knocked on the frame of the door and peeked inside. "Hello?"
The nurse sitting in the chair turned around and noticed Aria's presence. "Oh?" He seemed surprised. "Awfully late to be coming to the hospital, must be serious. Come in, sit." He motioned to the chair next to his. "What seems to be the trouble?"
With that said, Aria led Al into the room and he sat down on the chair across from the nurse. "Alphonse?" The man inquired. "I haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" He fiddled with some papers and searched out his pencil.
"I was fine up until this afternoon. I got a head ache and then a stomach ache and now I keep getting sick. I have a high fever too...that's actually why I'm here."
Aria chimed it. "Last I checked, it was at 104."
The nurse examined Al, he looked at his face and felt his forehead. "You do look deadly pale. Here..." He stuck out a thermometer and Al took it in his mouth. "Did he eat antyhign strange?"
Aria shook her head. "No, nothing out of the ordinary."
"Bitten by anything?" He continued asking questions.
"No." And Aria continued answering.
"Did he come in contact with any strange chemicals?"
Aria thought. They were downstairs putting something in the freezer, but it didn't look like anythign was leaking into the bacement. But then again, maybe that water Al thought was coming form the freezer wasn't actually water. "Um, we were down in the bacement, and the floor had water on it...well, it looked like water...could it have been someting else?"
The nurse looked concerned. "Possibly. Radon is a colorless ouderless gas that's been known to leak into bacements. It kills a lot of house hold animals, but I don't think it would make him this sick." He reached for the thermometer and gently tugged it out of Al's mouth. "105?" He looked concerned.
"I was down there too, so wouldn't I be affected?" She rubbed Al's back.
"I'm not sure, you're going to have to wait for the doctor for that analysis. But I'll tell him all I've assesed...you two can go wait in the first examination room. The doctor should be with you shortly." He stood up and extended a han to Al.
Al reached up and rose to his feet as best he could. "AH!" He cluched his side in pain. That same spot on around his hip ached again.
"Are you ok?" The nurse leaned down.
"It hurts right here." He placed a hand over the soft area next to his right hip.
The male nurse looked intrigued. "That might be your appendix..." He scribbled something down and then crossed something out. "I'll be sure to tell the doctor to check for apendicitis before antying else. Because to me, that's exactally what it sounds like." He took up the papers off the desk. "You two head over there now, I have to deliver these." Straightening the papers he left out the other door on the opposite side of the room and closed it behind himself.
"You here that? I think we have a diagnosis for you Al." Aria smiled and led them out the door they came in.
"Yeah." He said with a bland tone. "What's appendicitis?"
Aria shrugged. "No clue..." She thought for a moment. "Well, the word ends in 'itis', and I think that means it's something that's infected or swollen...but don't quote me on that." They came up to examination room one and entered the room. It's walls were white and it had a mint green border going all around the center of the walls. It was about six inches thick. The examination table sat directly in the middle of the room covered in a steril sheet, color similar to that of the green border of the room. There was a large light fixture hanging down from the celing and there was a counter lining the back wall.
Al sat on the table and the steril cloth crumpled beneath him. He laid back on what felt like a fabric pillow beneath the strange plastic like sheet. "I'm glad you came...Ed hates hospitals, he'd be complaining every step of the way." Al shivered a little. "So cold in here."
"You're really sick Al, I doubt Ed would complain about keeping you company." Aria looked around the room for a blanket. She had the one they left the house with draped under her arm, but that was all. "Here." She tossed the light blanket over him and watched him curel up on his side.
"Maybe..." He closed his eyes and laid still. His stomach was beginning to hurt, it was only a matter of time before he would find himself trecking towards the bathroom again. He cringed at the thought.
"Alphonse?" A woman appeared from around the corner carrying a clip board. "I hear you're not feeling well. Let's see what we can do."
I figured I'd update now just to keep things going...I feel bad about being so late with the last chapter.
I am going somewhere with this. No worries!
Thanks again everyone!
OH! I re-vamped my site! O.o I didn't do all that much to it, but I made buttons for my links and there's a picture of me up now! A good one! So now you can all know the face behind the fic! ;) Laters!
One last thing, come chapter 30, I'll be posting something special along with it. Nothing big, just a few of the ideas I was going to go with but ended up either scraping it or coming up with something better. Keep an eye out for it! XD
